The paladin, who quickly picked himself up from his loss, touched his overgrown chin and looked thoughtfully at what looked like a blonde young man who had suddenly matured a lot. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"You're comforting me. ”

He said, he couldn't help laughing, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

"I didn't expect that I would need the comfort of a naïve and reckless young dragon one day. He sighed.

The "naïve and reckless young dragon" grinds his teeth, and really thinks that this hateful guy is better off stabbing him to death with a sword.

Scott was right. The paladin, who never knew whether he was alive or dead, still held his head and sighed, "You are a good boy who is considerate...... But you're probably getting something wrong. I just want to know, God...... Can it really be created by the humans they created? That sounds like a joke. ”

Iss looked at Scott on the bed suspiciously.

"It's not him. Fili shook his head, "He's a madman, though." I...... That's Shaun. ”

Isis was even more puzzled. The paladin's lower voice sounded more like mumble than trying to explain something to him, "You know what? It's easier to believe he's had his brain broken by Lydia...... But I know that Sean is not crazy or controlled, and he firmly believes that everything he did was right, just like he used to be...... When the hell did it become like this......"

Iss understood.

It wasn't the invisible gods of the other world that disappointed Fili Zeri, but the people he once worshipped and revered as a father.

“...... What the hell did he do?"

He couldn't help but ask.

Fili was silent for a long time, but only sighed.

"Let Scott tell you. "He knows better," he said listlessly. ”

"I'd rather he tell me what he's doing. Iss tugged at the corners of his mouth, "And, what are you doing? Even if Scott is a madman...... Why do you look like you're going crazy with him right now?"

As he shot straight down from the sky, he thought Scot was out of control and was attacking Ed...... But now that he thinks about it, Ed was so calm, apparently prepared for what was happening and what was to come, at least about Scott, that he had to wonder what hell this was actually a plan.

It's just that all of Ed's plans are like some kind of curse, and they are always shattered by all kinds of accidents.

The paladin's body slumped in his chair and stiffened visibly.

"Didn't Ed tell you?" he evaded the answer again, looking around as if he had only now realized that there was one missing man in the room:

"Uh...... Where's Ed?"

Ed calmly walked between the two teams of elves, trying to see himself as an invited, respected guest, rather than a prisoner under surveillance.

On the surface, at least, the elves were still polite and did not offend him in the slightest. But their hands didn't leave their weapons for a moment, and their tense muscles and wary eyes weren't entirely because of Ed.

Behind the shadows of the trees are many figures. The inhabitants of Grivar watched in silence as they passed, not at all like the eager onlookers, who could not help but excitedly exchange hearsay rumors, lest they were not loud enough.

Ed would rather they talk to each other than the silence of death. Walking in the depths of this impermeable and gloomy dense forest, he felt in a trance that the shadows around him were heavy, and the forest was as cold as a ghost domain.

However, the elves' eyes were as sharp and sharp as their arrows, and it wasn't just Ed who was attacked.

A faint hostility hung between the richly armed guards and the ordinary inhabitants on either side of him. Ed had already felt this hostility clearly when the elves who had first appeared in front of him and looked more like hunters were stopped by the soldiers who arrived after him in a manner that was almost driven away...... Even more intensely.

"All elves are warriors. Norway once told him, "All warriors are equal." ”

Now it seems clear that this is not the case. The dwarves in the Silvertooth Mine also have this distinction, but what separates them is only different duties, not what they are in front of them...... is a different position.

Ed withdrew his gaze and sighed silently. The almost fanatical love for elves when he was a child has long since calmed down in reality...... But those beautiful longings that he couldn't bear to erase seemed to be shattered until this moment.

He lost even interest in the exquisite, dreamlike architecture of the golden-red sunset, and hung his head and allowed himself to be carried up the stairs that spiraled up a thick oak tree, obediently "waiting" in the house that looked like a birdcage.

It's certainly not an empty court. Ed wondered if the news would reach the Elven King's ears, perhaps......

He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and looked around. This place was very similar to the room he had spoken to the Elven King before, with no walls at all, only a transparent dome supported by pillars like trees stretching out of its branches, and there seemed to be no secrets to speak of...... But Ed knew that under the cover of the pillars and statues, there were parts of the room that could not be seen from the outside from any angle.

Ed sat down, absentmindedly stuffing grapes he didn't like into his mouth, a little worried that he would be like the elf in Miaz Weiss's Tower of Atonement, left to dry here and left unheeded.

The curtains tied to the pillars fluttered in the breeze. Ed didn't really think much of it when he grabbed it, but he thought it really looked like a fog......

In the next moment, the cold blade crossed his neck.

Ed breathed for a breath and stared dumbfounded at the blade's pale, slender but muscular arm that came out from behind the curtain.

- So, are they going to just cut his neck?!

Ed thought in surprise and anger as he vaguely saw the black lines on his attacker's face.

It's a shadow dancer...... Like the elves who once hunted down Norway and Tess, they are ghosts that walk in the dark night, silent, cold and ruthless, even in the face of their own kind, they will not hesitate to attack.

The Shadow Dancer, on the other hand, is at the behest of the Council of Elders, as the Silver Leaf King does not like to "use" such weapons.

The knife clinging to his skin didn't cut right away, and that little time was enough time for Ed to prepare the spell...... Then he saw the eyes of the attacker.

The light brown eyes hidden behind the curtain still looked very young, although they were indeed cold and fierce...... But he seemed to be as panicked as he was.

Ed suddenly realized that he might not have come to kill him.

. (To be continued.) )